Could not write because of that old nemesis writer's block, so I decided to foil him, and use him as inspiration. Check and mate.
A voice screaming in the background
What are you trying to say?
What story are you trying to tell?
The words are never right
The story never written
Can't seem to see the problem
Though it's vision is 20/20
Time wasted chasing dead ends
Morning dawns on no achievments
Pen broken in two with uncontrollable rage
A nugget of gold
The story that was waiting to be told
Crumpled paper is discarded for a fresh white sheet
But alas poor Yorick
My pen is broken at my feet